Tag: vermin
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peckerhead
“Your woodpecker’s back!” My Darling B called to me as I was making coffee Saturday morning. Five seconds later, if you’d been my neighbor you would’ve been treated to the sight of me galloping across my back lawn in an undershirt and pajama pants, waving my arms in the air and cussing, “Get the hell Read.
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whiz
I think I caught most of the mice now. Maybe just the dumbest ones, I don’t know. They were coming to the trash bag that hangs under the kitchen sink to eat their dinner, and making one hell of a mess of it, too. Weren’t trying hard at all to hide what they were doing. Read.
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